Monday night we butchered five roosters. That leaves one lucky rooster with the chipper name of Evil. Evil got his name because he would give you evil’ish looks in the chicken pen. We kept him because he was the most watchful of the roosters and wasn’t rough on the hens. I don’t think Evil knows what to do with his new status as king.
“Ladies, stand back while I assess the situation!”
“I said stand back Annoying White Chicken or you will feel the wrath of Evil!”
“You’re not the boss of me Evil. Hey LADY, where are my tasty corn bits??”
“Don’t listen to her! All of you may kiss my toes now and bow to my super amazing rooster awesomeness!!”
“Hey LADY, throw me some corn bits. My lovely lady hens are uprising and my toes need kissed!”